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Christian flicked out his arm, handing a piece of gum to Emery. Hmm? Oh, it is a compilation of neurological diseases that those gifted with ESP tend to suffer from. I'm currently reading about a high level pyrokinetic terrorist who had been detained in Russia. He was executed and an autopsy revealed a veritable hodgepodge of chemical imbalances. "So the guy was a terrorist, huh? Sounds like he got what he deserved. But I wonder if we should be worried about any imbalances in ourselves..."

He heard the others talking about music, but he tended not to become involved. He liked any song with heavy music and good lyrics, but he had very different tastes than some of the group. It was about that point that Chris#2 appeared out of nowhere. Heh. It's not like you really can do much with me. No competitions I've heard of lately and I still can't convince the NYPD to let me into their firing range. Jeezus, I'd bet I could shoot better than them. But they always have to bring up that little detail about be bein' too young. "I know your pain, Christopher. But they'll see their mistake soon." He took a long 'drag' out of his gum. "They can't get by in such a big city without a bulls-eye shooter like you."